Being a new military wife is a challenge. Being a military
wife is a challenge either way, new or old. I’m still learning my way around
the base I have now lived at for 7 months. I am still learning of every Key
Spouse resource and unit though I have finished training and Heart Link. I had
trouble filing military taxes even though I have been doing my own taxes for 6
years. I am also finding myself with a lot more girl friends than boy friends.
That’s not normal for me. I only have certain orders of ranks remembered and
feel like an idiot trying to count the strips and remember them all. I have to
ask to remember at events who I should wait to see leave before it’s
appropriate for us to leave. The wives are either extremely annoying or overly
sweet. There’s barely ever an in-between. You’re supposed to speak up and shut up at the
same time and that’s a confusing concept on it’s own. The second you finish
unpacking and getting settled in and make friends, something changes. Friends
leave, orders come up and mess up. Deployments and TDY’s can sneak up on you at
any given moment so plans better be in place just in case. And don’t even get
me started with the acronyms.
With all of this, I am still happy with the choice that my
husband made. Why? Well, there’s the obvious reason that he is now a part of
the United States Air Force and he is a part of the large group of men and
women protecting and serving our country. Then there is the face that he makes
whenever the plans are flying directly over our car as they land, the look of
pride. He is happy. Him being happy is important to me. Does all the above
comments drive me nuts sometimes? Yes. But marriage is also about making sacrifices.
And if there were ever a man worth making those sacrifices, it would be my husband,
Every morning my husband wakes up, throws on his uniform and
heads off to work. All day I chase my son, hold my girls, pay the bills, set up
Dr. Appts, clean the house, cook the dinner, do school with our son, do my
homework and then some. By the time he gets home we are both exhausted. We take
a break, eat dinner, and then start with activities and then the bedtime
routines. We spend some short time alone
together when all is finally (hopefully) silent and then off to bed to do it
all again. This is my little, simple world and I love it.
